She's a broken lady waiting to be mendedLike a potter would mend a broken vaseA broken lady waiting to be mendedAnd have what's left of the pieces put back in place

Her love was like a fortress around a man she would have died forTaking care to take care of all he neededBut the lady's fortress slowly turned into a prisonAnd the warning signs he gave she never heeded

She vowed every morning that what God joined togetherNo one else in the world could pull apartThen the walls came tumbling to the groundAnd her world came crashing down around her heart

She's a broken lady waiting to be mendedLike a potter would mend a broken vaseA broken lady waiting to be mendedAnd have what's left of the pieces put back in place